"That's true. We can only take the first approach, patiently inviting people to comprehend the Eye of Myriad Forms, wearing away at it like water grinding stone. It may take an extremely long time, but the day will come when every spell pattern has been comprehended," the man in the brocade robe murmured.
Chai Hefeng said nothing more, but agreement showed on her face.
Neither closed their eyes to rest again. They simply sat cross-legged and waited.
Another day passed without any sound from behind the wooden door.
A hint of surprise appeared on the faces of the woman in the coarse-cloth skirt and the man in the brocade robe.
Yet another day passed, and there was still nothing unusual behind the wooden door.
The woman and the brocade-robed man began to look visibly moved.
After another three consecutive days, no knocking had come from within the wooden door.
Their expressions began to fill with mingled astonishment and delight.
At the same time.
Inside the mysterious space beyond the wooden door.
At some point, Wang Yu's feet had left the ground. He hovered motionlessly before the enormous yellow eyeball, his eyes tightly shut and one palm pressed against its pupil with all five fingers spread.
His face was exceptionally pale, and several dark green scales had faintly emerged along his cheeks. His skin, however, was scorching hot, and wisps of white vapor rose continuously from the sweat in his hair. He resembled an old-fashioned calculator that had been running for far too long, working beyond its limits and threatening to break down at any moment.
On either side of the enormous eyeball, more than twenty spell pattern symbols had appeared, flashing with dazzling blood-red light.
Meanwhile, within Wang Yu's Divine Sense Sea, a cluster of twisted, tadpole-like blood-red lines was